The moment the giant claw closed, two swords held it open.
The two Human Race Cultivators' swords were as thin as strands of hair beside the enormous, bone-spiked claw.
Yet no matter how hard the claw squeezed, it simply couldn't close.
A voice rang out from the Sea of Skeletons:
"Who would've thought that a mere Human Race Cultivator would have some strength."
A surging killing intent spread from beneath the Sea of Skeletons.
A vague, enormous, hideous silhouette could be seen swimming beneath the sea of bones, seemingly ready to charge out at any moment.
"So eager to take my life? Aren't you afraid you might kill one of your own?" Gu Qingshan asked.
The massive silhouette paused, then repeated instinctively, "One of our own?"
"Exactly, you idiot. You still haven't figured it out?" As Gu Qingshan spoke, his voice grew deeper and deeper, until it turned into another voice, coarse and savage. "I only took the form of this human to test out a divine ability I recently mastered."
He crouched on the branch as his entire body gradually grew larger.
In an instant, a Pale Thin Tiger three meters tall and about nine meters long appeared.
Gray-white flames billowed around the Thin Tiger, and its killing intent surged.
It growled, "You dare ambush this general? Looks like you're itching for a good fight with me, doesn't it?"
The bone claw instantly withdrew.
The Sea of Skeletons churned.
Several things resembling divine sense swept over the Thin Tiger several times before finally withdrawing.
Then, in a tone of utter astonishment, the voice on the other side asked, "What are you doing here?"
The Thin Tiger replied, "I've been attacking human camps and swallowing a few cultivators along the way to fill my belly."
—The Thin Tiger really had